For six months, Badu watched helplessly as his own face was used to scam his friends. “Badu Number” posted about government solar grants, fake winning lottery numbers, and a heartbreaking story about a sick twin needing urgent funds. His pastor lost 500 cedis. His cousin’s wife almost sent her wedding gold.
Instead, Badu sat down opposite him. Not as Aunty Mercy. As himself.
“Relax. I am not police. I am not a soldier. I am just a scrap yard mechanic who hates thieves.”
“If I wanted to destroy you, I would send this to your pastor and your mother. But I am a businessman.”
That evening, was restored. Atsu posted a tearful video confession that got 50,000 views. Badu’s friends forgave him. Some even sent money—not for scams, but for genuine scrap metal orders.
“Two things,” Badu said. “First, log into my account right now. Change the password to BaduKing2023 . Then delete every scam post and send a public message to all my friends saying: ‘Sorry, a small boy from Togo hacked me.’ You will write it yourself, with your name.”
Badu smiled. Got you.
That was his first mistake.
Badu laughed bitterly. “Nii, Facebook help center is not real. It is a myth, like Saitama or a faithful politician. You click ‘Report’ and a robot tells you, ‘We reviewed your problem and decided you are not you.’ ”
That night, Badu decided on a new approach. He called it .